Gary is an old friend from high-school back in Thunder Bay whom is now leaving the Big Smoke for the Big Apple. As procedure goes for these "going from one country to t'other" things, Gary must pack up his posessions and move them forthwith from his apartment. And yet, he has no place to be moving them to, as of yet, in New York, so he must storage what cannot be taken along, which, well, is most of it.
Now, let me tell you a little something about Gary... Gary is much like most people I know: he's very good at obtaining things, but sometimes has a little difficulty letting go... what I mean is, essentially, his place is full of "stuff"... paper stuff, box stuff, bookstuff, record/tape/cd stuff, trinket stuff, action figure stuff, clothing stuff, wiry stuff etc etc et al. So Gary's been having a gay old tyme in deciding what to do with "stuff", much "stuff" is being pitched to the recycling bin in the sky (well, actually, it's behind the house), more "stuff" is being given away, and still more stuff is being packed up and put into storage.
But that doesn't quite take care of it all. There's always more "stuff", that stuff that you don't wanna give away, but you also don't want to rot in storage... so, it's that stuff that I've so graciously taken upon my abode. Yes, I am now the curator of the GAK-audio archives (tapes and cds alike)... ... well, such hardships life presents to one.. no?

Anyway, I feel like I've been rambling forever.
Making way for a speedy departure, last night the G-TAB held a "get the fuck outta dodge" party for Gary, along with a welcome chuckwagon for new recruits Sam and Melissa from Vancouver, and David and Jacqui from Montreal. At least Gary feels humbled by the fact that it takes four to replace his one (sure G... whatever)
Anywho, photo's are here, courtesy of:
*Rannie the Photojunkie
*Jayme's Silvergull
*Carla's Infrared Eyes (shots #4 through 9 were actually taken by, ahem, me)
*and Liz will have snaps eventually.

For all that were a little more than worried that Gary would be sent off from Toronto without at least one more hangover, well, there's always tonight when the work bums meet the out of work bum in a "dropped the ball" "surprise" "get the fook oot" party at the little Waq pool place on Queen... huh?
yeah.

more later.

who is Graig Kent at 2:54 PM?

Sexfast
not to be confused with Sexfest.

who is Graig Kent at 9:17 AM?

who's more annoying than these guys?
maybe I'll tell you someday.
they shouldn't annoy me this much, but they do.
"I don't wanna be your best friend, go away"

Sexfast
I came up with a marketing slogan for sexfast, the sex that eats like a meal, but I forgot it.
Maybe tomorrow...

who is Graig Kent at 1:10 AM?

new word
Sex for breakfast = "seksfast"
or "sexfast" or "seaksfast"... havn't quite figured that one out yet.

"probably?"
Some guy called me a psycho... can you believe it?
Oh. You can.
Right.

Anywho, I've been to this guy's site and it looks like he's been pill-ferring from my site for a long time... Epitonic (links abound), that tree-cutting thingy, CBC Radio 3 (dude, my friend, like, runs that shit...), general babbling and bullshit... well bucky, thanks for the rip-off, the sincerest form of flattery is running you over with a steamroller (ba dum bum- crash).
Nah. Is, all coincidental, I suppose...
No grudges (just don't be surprised, "wRyan", to find you're cookies missing one day...)
*you'll get yours*fistshakingaction*
You got ego, I got self-deprication... there's room for both of us in this blogworld... *eyes narrow* just watchit, capiche?

mouthbreathers
that term makes me laugh...

scariest dude alive?

ah!

who is Graig Kent at 5:55 PM?